WORDS OF AFFIRMATION . KAGEYAMA TOBIO

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION . KAGEYAMA TOBIO

G: angst, fluff. Insecurity.

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"Do you still love me as much as you did before?"

The chopping comes to a half as Kageyama freezes, the half-cut onion still in his hand while the knife hangs in the air. Nothing is said for a moment, before he slowly turns around to face you.

You're perched on the counter with your bowl of cereal, trying not to meet his gaze as a dense silence fills the room.

"What..." Kageyama trails off, unsure. "What are you talking about?"

You sigh, "you know what I'm talking about."

"Why would you ask that kind of question?" The chopping resumes. He has his back to you, so you don't know what his face looks like. He gives nothing away.

"Because sometimes, I just want to know what's going on in that head. I want to talk to you."

"We are talking."

"You are not talking to me."

Kageyama's stare turns to a full-on scowl and that irks you even more. How dare he show you that face when he's the one who can't even answer you?

For days on end, you've been wondering why in the world were you even together in the first place. Kageyama has never been vocal with his feelings. Neefless to say, sometimes some words of affirmation would've been nice for you to hear, especially when they're so scarce. The thing is though, that words are not Kageyama's forte. They never had been.

Yet, he'd always made sure to make you feel loved in his own manner; a chocolate bar on your desk that you find after he leaves, a note saying that he bought food for you on the fridge, a small kiss to the temple to signal you that he made it back home.

But that doesn't exist anymore. Either he's now so comfortable that he takes you for granted, or he just does not care.

"I'm asking you if you love me still," you can't help but choke up, "and you can't even give me an answer."

He stares you down with such intensity that you almost dodge his gaze. But you merely lift your chin up more defiantly, eyes as hard as the dense silence descending upon the kitchen.

It's useless. Nothing good might come out of this.

You turn away with another sigh that resonates throughout your entire body, "just leave it."

Your body moves on its own accord out of the kitchen until Kageyama's hand snaps out to grab yours, holding it in place.

You hear him breathing hard, almost shaking. But you don't turn, for fear that he'll spot the tears in your eyes. He hates seeing you cry.

"Y/N," he rasps out as if it pains him, "wait."

"For what? For you to apologize and then go back to how we were? How we are?" Your lower lip trembles, "I can't do this anymore, Tobio."

You tug for him to let go but you're met with resistance.

You do it once more, only for Kageyama's grip to tighten.

Finally, you swivel around, ready to bark at him for being so stupid when he lets out a strangled whisper, "don't."

"What?"

"...don't...go."

A small pause as you take in his words. Then, you murmur out, "give me one good reason why."

Kageyama struggles to find a coherent answer. You know him well enough to imagine the way he's tensing his jaw, the way he looks at the ground like it might give him inspiration.

And like every other time, you wait.

Because that's what you do best.

That's what you always do for him.

"I--" he hesitates, prompting you to turn around only to find him holding back choked tears. It stuns you, for you've never actually seen him emotional, not since the start of your relationship.

"I--I can't do this," is what he manages to come up with, "not without you."

And then, as if sensing it's not enough, he follows that up with, "--I'm sorry."

You cave in. Pull him in as your hands loop around his waist before tugging him into a hug.

He all but collapses into you, burrowing into the side of your neck as you feel the heat of his breaths, the trickle of silent tears along your skin.

"I'm sorry," he mutters once more, the words vibrating against your nape. He tightens his hold like this might make up for it. It does, for the mosy part. You can count on your hands how many times he's taken initiative to hug you.

It feels nice.

"I'm very tired Tobio," you say softly into his hair, "I'm very tired."

"I know."

"I don't know how much longer I can do this."

He doesn't say anything. Just hugs you tighter.

"Just--please don't do this to me. It--it hurts."

He nods, "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"I know."

Nothing else needs to be said. You don't know how much time you spend in his arms but that night, he's not the first one to let go. You do when you realize that the laundry is calling for you.

"I have to go take them out," you start pulling away, though Kageyama is quick to hold you back to him.

Your eyes flutter up to his face. He's already looking at you, dark orbs searching your features for a silent question that he can't--won't -- say out loud.

Then, slowly taking his time to closw the distance, his mouth hovers over yours for a moment of hesitation.

He kisses you softly. Like it's the first time. For a moment, you stop breathing.

It takes you a moment to kiss back just as softly. Tenderly. The kiss is short and sweet, and everything that makes your heart burst in your chest.

Your body can't help but tremble in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he can't help but mutter in-between kisses against your mouth, "I'm so sorry."

Your answer is a deeper kiss, one that causes his head to buck back as a small gasp dies in his throat.

You pull back only when he's a gasping mess of heavy breaths and mussed-up hair, looking down at you through half-open lids as desire swirls through his dark pupils.

"Just don't do it again."

He nods curtly. Leans down once more to claim your lips.

And you close your eyes in bliss.

This is home to you.

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Issei Massive Cock Matsukawa

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pairing: Matsukawa Issei x Reader

summary: after hearing the girl talking about your best friend on more than one occation, and after being asked multiple times why you haven’t tied someone like him down yet, you decided it was time to figure out what the fuss was about. and yeah, you definitely found out.

word count: 7,4k

tags/cw: AFAB reader. size kink kinda i think. praising. sex toys. kind of public sexual activities. anal play. vaginal penetration. let me know if i forgot something that should be on here.

a/n: Issei’s got that massive fucking cock and he’s been flaunting it around my brain since forever. so yeah, i guess i kinda just had to write something for him. congratulations issei, i’m down bad. also thank you to my sweetest @tenkoushimura​ for beta reading it. you dogdes some bullets for me there! <3

A text ticked in on your phone and you shuffled in your seat at work when his name appeared on your phone. You licked your lips and turned your face back to the computer screen, only managing a few taps on the keyboard before your phone vibrated on the table again. Biting the inside of your cheek you glanced at your phone. Him again. Your fingers tabbed against the keys without actually pushing them down. Then you let out a sigh and snatched up the phone, almost choking when his texts lit up your screen, glowering at you.

You haven’t taken it out, have you?

You’re still being a good girl for me, right?

This was not how you’d expected your day to play out. But then again; after setting up this arrangement with one Matsukawa Issei, maybe you should have expected it.

You hadn’t taken it out. You really were being a good girl for him, even as you tried to suppress the blush that threatened to light up your face. Even just his text had you shift in the chair again. You remembered the words the two of you had spoken yesterday, as the texts sat there, bright on your screen.

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the japan men’s volleyball team locker room is vacant now— three hours after an olympic gold medal win, two hours after champagne showers and happy hollers and tipsy interviews, one hour after everyone had already made their way back to the olympic village.

the japan men’s volleyball team locker room is vacant now, nearly— it’s pitch black, nearly, save a single LED light shining bright and white under tobio kageyama’s bench where your back arches off the mahogany wood and the heels of your feet dig further into his shoulder blades at the alcohol-stained lips that desperately suckle on your clit.

“tastes so good, ‘s all mine—”

“tobi—”

“so fuckin’ sweet, shit.”

“t-tobi…”

it’s not like your lover to dirty talk you— it’s not very much like tobio kageyama to talk at all when he’s fucking you, saving his noises to mostly grunts and groans and whines that get all tangled in his throat— but you adore it when he gets like this. you adore when he gets all touchy and clingy and desperate for your love after he’s knocked back a couple drinks, you adore the growl in his voice when he tells you, oh, my love, i need you so bad, you adore the shower of praises and kisses and bold touches where his heart lies in his fingertips and he smudges lines of pink and red all over your flesh.

“pretty pussy’s all mine,” tobio moans when he pulls away, eyeing how your hole twitches and clamps around air as it searches for something that only he can give you— it’s hungry and ready with how much of your creamy slick oozes from it, how much you pathetically leak for him. “fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“tobi, ‘s embarrassing—!” your protests are shushed when he moves back up to meet your lips and kisses you messily, evidently drunk by the slur of his words and the champagne on his tongue that hits you after the saltiness of your release.

a sharp glint of bright white has one of your eyes squeezing shut when he shifts to look down at you caged beneath his broad frame and sinewy arms, the gold of the medal hanging loosely from his neck reflecting in the light of his name plaque carved into the wall.

and, oh, tobio thinks you look so pretty when the heavy metal thuds against your cheek amidst his soft swaying— he thinks you’ll look even prettier with his victory wrapped around your neck, because what’s his is yours, yours is his. “fuck, couldn’t have won this without you, sweetheart.” he brings the gold up to his lips to place a kiss on it, lowering it back to you so you can place another one right over his.

your fingers scrabble at tobio’s hand, holding it tightly to your chest— to your heart— because you think the sheer sincerity in his voice is enough to have you losing balance and falling into an abyssal love. but that’s okay, that’s where you belong, deep, drowning in it, because you love him, you love him, you love him.

“love you, i love you, tobi— so, so much; love you forever…”

and with your admission, tobio thinks you just might kill him. with that glassy, hazy, adoring look in your eyes, and how you press his palm to your heart, giving him your entire soul on a silver platter— it cuts into his chest and carves deep into his flesh. your words are flames, and they are but dew on his skin, soothing and healing. 

something knots in his throat; he’s overwhelmed— by the rush of alcohol in his blood, by how sweet you’re being for him, by the painful ache of his cock as he slides the length up and down your folds. “oh, fuck— i-i love you too. forever, yeah? love you forever.”

tobio hunches over so close to you, cupping your cheeks with delicate care— like you’re crafted from fine porcelain— before he kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you; he kisses you like he’s saying thank you, like he’s saying you’re everything to him, like he’s saying his win is your win, like he’s saying he loves you.

he pulls back to admire how puffy your lips look now, wiping the tears that dew at your lashes from the painful pulses of your weeping hole— from how badly you need him inside you. “t-tobi, wan’ you inside… please, please?”

you’re shushed by the prod of his thumb at the swell of your bottom lip, collecting the drool that sits there, before you obediently take the digit into your mouth. his cock jumps against your clit and tobio doesn’t realize his mouth has been watering at the show you’re putting on for him until a drop of spit lands on your shoulder— your smaller fingers lightly wrapping around his wrist to hold his hand in place, sucking and swirling your tongue around his thumb, licking the tip repeatedly and hollowing your cheeks as if it were his cock in your mouth instead.

“y-yeah, good girl, good fuckin’ girl.”

your hips grind up mindlessly against tobio’s cock at his praise and your mind fogs up with submission, taking the digit deeper, deeper, suckling and licking until you’re dripping spit down your chin.

with his free hand, he holds the heavy weight of his cock in the palm, thumbing at his leaking slit to coax more pre-cum out from it and using it to lubricate you further as he slowly pushes his aching, flushed tip past the tight ring of muscle lining your entrance. there’s a loud squelch that follows when he gets his bulbous head settled in between your sticky walls, and he can’t suppress the noise— something in between a groan and a laugh— that escapes him, “fuck, y’hear that? that’s my liquid luck.”

“uh huh, ‘s yours, ‘m all yours,” your voice comes out as a sweet, broken keen, one that dizzies tobio and sends blood rushing to his cock.

“you’re gonna be the death of me…” his breathing picks up pace as he shallowly thrusts himself deeper into your cunt— it clings onto him like a vice— like it loves him, like it wants to milk him dry. 

he sinks fully inside of you until he’s buried deep in your sopping cunt, and it’s a perfect fit: where his oozing tip is pressed up snugly against your cervix, every ridge and vein hitting all the right spots that line your walls. and then he leans his whole weight on you, pushing your thighs back to meet your chest until the backs of your knees land on his shoulders, hips swirling to grind his pubic bone down on your sensitive clit. your chest arches into his almost instinctually, fingers finding his face to trace hearts over high-set cheekbones. “w-wanna kiss you, tobi.”

your boyfriend chuckles adoringly in response, not ignoring the heavy ache of his cock against your slick walls at how fucking adorable you look underneath him— pouty and glassy-eyed as you tug him closer by the lanyard of his medal, and he can’t do anything but indulge your desperation, brushing his lips against yours softly, once, twice, until he feels your sugary breath settle in his lungs and suddenly, he’s left craving more. 

his hips begin to rock against yours, and with each drag of his fat cock along your gummy walls, a knot begins to boil hotter in the pit of your stomach. your lips break free from tobio’s when his thumb finds your clit, tracing his name over the puffy nub, and you can only bring yourself to look up at him through lust-ridden lids.

he looks so gorgeous like this, so, so stunning with his hair slicked back by his fingers and the small strands that bounce and fall and curl around his love-blown eyes— it’s like he’s made of stardust and moonshine and tufts of clouds from the heavenly skies because he’s so incredibly beautiful that it gives you such a strong kick, one that sends you toppling back into the deep end and has you drowning in his love.

“you won me this gold medal, what d’you wan’ in return? a ring? a baby? fuck— i’d give you the whole universe if you asked. put the fuckin’ oceans in the sky for you.”

“tobi—" a pornographic moan escapes you at how romantic he’s being and you’re almost certain he doesn’t realize the effect his champagne-kissed words have on you— your toes curl and hips grind up mindlessly into his, pussy throbbing on his cock when your clit brushes against the fine hairs at the base.

tobio bites back a gasp at how you clench around him, head hanging low and medal softly slapping your cheek with each slow, deep stroke, “s-shit, you like that, huh? tell me what you want, sweetheart—"

“wan’ your cum— wan’ it inside— in here,” you cut him off with needy babbles as you bring his palms to your tummy, laying them gently over the love bites that scatter your flesh likes the stars scatter the night sky— an eternal reminder that you’re his. “please, please— wanna make you a daddy— oh, fuck—!” 

your voice breaks off into little pants when he sinks fully inside you again without warning— crotch flush against your cream-coated folds and the tip of his dick swirling deliciously over that one sensitive spot where you needed to feel him the most.

it’s staggering— how adorable you’re being for him, with your sweet pleas and twinkling eyes, he can’t help but huff out a growl through gritted teeth before leaning down to kiss you; it’s filled with so much love and so much fervour when he swallows your pretty cries with his tongue in your mouth and, fuck, he’s certain that even the thought of you is enough to bring him down to his knees. 

“perfect— you’re my perfect angel, yeah? gonna make you a mommy, gonna make you my wife, gonna make you the happiest girl alive.” 

and it’s all so much, too much you think, the thumb he has pressed flat against your tongue to pacify your sobs, the promises he wipes your tears away with, the sound of gold thudding harshly against wood when he thrusts into you at a different angle— one where the tip of his cock knocks at the sponge of your cervix in a way that has your hips rocking up into his own. “tobi, tobi, tobi, please, ‘m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum—” 

your words pull a harsh groan deep from tobio’s stomach, his vision doubling at the shaky lilt to your voice, at the manicured nails that dig into his back and claw red wings there— an eternal reminder that he’s yours. “ that’s it, c’mon, cum all over my cock—"

“n-no! no, no, wanna cum with you!” you cut him off with a sharp keen, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer, closer, until his lips meet yours and there’s no space for air between your bodies.

tobio can’t help but crumble to ashes as you squeak into the kiss, as you cling to him— it’s heart-wrenchingly cute how badly you need him. your little whimpers of tobi, tobi, please cum— want you in me forever remind him of how much he loves you, so much, it reminds him that he is the only one for you on this planet and every other, he is the only one that can ever make you feel this way— and, fuck, it fills him with a rush that he thinks he’ll never find in winning an olympic gold medal. the knot of fire that treads up his spine coils tighter, tighter on itself at your panted breaths and pathetic whines of his name. it brings tobio to the heavens.

and it makes him cum, it makes you cum too— licks of heat searing down your abdomen to boil at the apex of your thighs, ropes of thick white splattering the walls of your womb just as your pussy convulses around his length. a strangled whine rips from his throat when tiny squirts push past your cunt where the creamy base of his cock sticks to your folds.

your heart dances with tobio’s when they meet on the tip of his tongue, his nose brushing against yours with so much delicate care and a boyish chuckle pushing past him when your hips swirl in cute little motions to catch your clit on his pubic bone, grinding up and chasing his cock to keep it plugging you full. “tobi.” 

it comes out as a sniffle, and he can’t help but blush at the small pout you send his way. 

“yeah, princess?” he moves back to pull out of you, but your legs slip down from his shoulders in between his arms to wrap around his waist, ensuring his full length is kept inside your stuffed hole.

“if you move it’ll all leak out,” you whine, pitchy and petulant, “don’t wan’ it to— wan’ it to stay in me forever ‘nd ever…”

his seed as a sliver of him in your tummy, a sliver of his love kept in your body until the end of time— his head falls forward into your neck where he can only bring himself to huff out an endearing laugh and repeat your words, “forever ‘nd ever, huh…?”

“mhm… forever ‘nd ever, ‘nd ever.”

you tug on the medal’s lanyard to prompt him to meet your gaze, absolutely cockdrunk and bambi-eyed with your bottom lip tugged coyly into your top teeth— tobio knows that look well, you cheeky little minx; and you giggle when you clamp down around him and coax another tiny ribbon of cream from his slit, evident by a sharp moan that escapes him mid-breath.

he's dizzy— either from all the alcohol or the intensity of his high or a mix of both, but he still manages to bar you to his chest with two steady hands against your back and raise you both so that you’re sitting upright on the bench, and you cry out at the shift in position, at how his cock is nestled so incredibly deep inside you that you swear you can feel him in your womb.

and it’s a sound that so sweet, so tooth-rottingly sweet, because tobio can’t help but mutter out small proclamations of his love as he lays them all over your face, can’t help the excruciating ache in his limbs and muscles and the uncomfortable twist and turn of his organs because, god, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

“gold looks good on you, tobi,” you whisper, cheeks burning with warmth from the wideness of your smile and at the accidental tickle of his fleeting touches— you’re floating— high on his love, floating higher, higher, until you’re swimming in the oceans he put in the sky for you, the waterfalls up in the clouds. 

the loss of his touch brings you back down to earth— his fingers are sticky, sweet and salty with drying champagne and a mix of your releases, but he could care less when he removes the medal from his neck and hangs it around yours, carefully laying the gold flat on your sternum, right above your heart.

and maybe he jumps the gun a little when he rubs your ring finger and searches for something that’s not there— when he starts thinking about white picket fences and sippy cups and toddler-sized clothing of his jersey, of an angel with his hair, your eyes, his nose, your smile— the most beautiful blessing of all.

“it looks better on you.”

there’s an ache in tobio’s chest that travels to his cock as he looks down at you with his soul fanning across your face in sweet breaths— at his dreamgirl in his little dream world, the angel that breaks all his falls, the one he’ll hold on to and make one night last a lifetime with.

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pairing ; iwaizumi hajime x reader ( otome/various! )

genre ; otome band au! angst, crack, exes to ???

synopsis ; during the final year of college, iwaizumi decided to end things with y/n to focus on his upcoming career in the music industry. though they said it was a mutual agreement, y/n held onto her resentment. years later after moving on, she comes face to face with the man who made her hate this city.

warnings ; RATED R for suggestive themes /humor, toxic behavior from literally everyone, language, use of drugs and nicotine, and hoe vibes. proceed with caution.

authors note ; three separate masterlists will be added after chapter ten. if you wish to be tagged only in only one or more route(s), please notify me.

status ; in progress. no current update schedule.

taglist ; OPEN

meet the bands! VIPERDAE | X havoc

prologue: japan welcomes you. jk not really.

chapter one : i’m beggin’ . . . begging you

chapter two : matsuhana = ship sailed

chapter three : that’s not very cash money of you

chapter four : someone somewhere is talking

chapter five : good boy.

chapter six : my dick ain’t going anywhere near you, bestie

chapter seven : you owe me a coffee

chapter eight PART 1 : who the hell is kaori?

chapter eight PART 2 : jealously, jealously

chapter nine : behind the music industry

chapter ten : the collaboration ( coming soon )

please proceed to a route masterlist to continue the story.

. . . IWAIZUMI HAJIME ROUTE !! tba ( main story )

. . . OIKAWA TOORU ROUTE !! tba

. . . MATSUHANA ROUTE !! tba

extra content . . . #good ; 4 u ♡

spotify playlist : anti-romantic

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